In our electronic age of blogs and the internet, I find something reassuring about handwriting. To my mind it is what makes a person real. Unique. So when I received this parcel of lovely things all the way from my gorgeous friend in the US, I sat there for 5 minutes just enjoying reading her hand writing:
Studying the flow of it.
The waves, the feel, the colour.
Purely for the pleasure of reading it!
I'm not a graphologist though.
I'm a calligrapher.
which means I love words and especially
what they look like once they've floated out of a writing instrument
that has been held in a hand, that belongs to a person...
So once I was significantly convinced that she was real and not a figment of my Mac's imagination, I set about opening the box...
I knew some things were coming for Mlle Mimi Charmante has a shop full of beauties from which I was enticed to buy for her Haiti fundraiser. How could you not?
the likes of which I was not expecting at all!
Things as lovely as the hand writing...
Including notebooks... (for hand writing of course ;-),
The date is now marked firmly in my Moleskine ...
Merci ma très chère Mimi Charmante pour tous ces trésors.
J'attends avec impatience ton arrivée chez nous!
